I wake up the following morning filled with confusion when I search for my water bottle on my bedside table and I'm unable to locate neither the water bottle nor table itself which is usually on the right side of my bed.
With a huff, I grab my phone from beneath my pillow to check for the time. On seeing it's just 4:01 a.m., I turn on my flashlight to figure out what's going on. The first odd thing I see is the white wall paints on the wall, that's when the events of yesterday come rushing back in like a whirlwind, and I realize that I'm not at my apartment.
I look at the diamond wedding ring on my finger, which should normally be a symbol of love towards my partner. With a sigh, I find the bedside table at the left and roll over to that side of the bed to drink water and go back to bed.
